it smelled of rain this morning
through the darkness of an open window before dawn
there it was
that heady remarkable scent
riding rising on the south wind
opening cracks between time & need
sticking there to pull
to draw one aside into a well of
morning wonder
no forecast of rain
only sun & warmth
by the time the sun rises
the smell has become a cardinal song
and I have returned ...
to tell you of the sweep of sensations that take my breath these days
how the green of grass carries a deeper green
the sky is vaster
the heart beats faster
to tell you of opening the blue jar of multitudes
-- their colors --
shapes --
and the weight of dust & shame
-- relieved
removed --
and
how loss cuts sharper
longings departure
wish I could tell of the sweetness of small hands
and the brilliant love thrumming there
(but you probably know that)
how as the sun breaks thru the west windows it
brings
a radiant moment's prayer
look at how the wind scatters the blossoms of the apple trees
to tell you ...
capricorn rising to a gemini sun
lake begotten overdone
misplaced nuture
storylines
telephones & tomato vines
daffodil streets
white bread homes
hopscotch across catholic bones
be seen not heard
between expectations
palomino horse transformation
deer visit amid winter's hesitation
no mud
no lotus
perfection unknown
grey sky morning
coming home
the striations run east to west
or perhaps they are west to east at this time of time
all i know is the light pierces me
seeping into my bloodstream
following the pull of the trembling gravity of this moment
light
quarking & fracting & splitting into channels
to
land in my heart of a thousand suns
to
carry the sky within